giantmongol
05-07-2009, 12:59 AM
That first encounter created something new in my relationship with the girls. Afterwards we became inseparable. We hung out almost every night, sometimes going out but mostly just staying in at either my place or theirs. It was not an uncommon thing that I wound up as a couch or footstool for the two of them, though it hadn’t yet ever been as intense as that first night again.
We were spending so much time together it just seemed natural that they move into my place when their lease ran out a couple of months later. We set up a spare bed in the other bedroom in case anybody ever wanted some privacy, but the three of us generally all slept together in my king size bed. I say this like I had any say in the matter. More accurately when their lease ran out they showed up at my door. “We’re moving in with you. Our stuff will be here tomorrow,” Jackie said as she came in laden down with luggage.
When I had the gall to ask whether they were going to help with the rent, Rachel raised her eyebrows, looked me dead in the eye, and replied: “What do you think?”
Jackie had already begun surveying the place with fresh eyes. Paying no attention to me, she remarked offhand that the furniture was fine, but they’d have to rearrange everything. I finished getting their bags from the hallway, and when I came back into the room, Rachel was complaining that the couch was too hard. On that note, they turned to look at me significantly, and I obediently lay down on my (actually) soft couch so that they might sit on their preferred cushion. They lounged on me for the rest of the night, tired from packing. With one of their perfect asses smashing my face at all times, they chatted about how to rearrange my furniture so that they could both fit their sizable wardrobes in the bedroom. My dresser would have to go in the other bedroom, and of course, I no longer rated any closet space.
For the next few days I was swept away with the flurry of settling them into the apartment, and I was their cushion every night as they fell asleep watching TV. This became a regular occurrence in the following weeks. The fact that we were all living together hadn’t changed much. As a website designer, I telecommuted in any case, so usually ended up arranging my work around their schedules, only getting much done if they were asleep or out somewhere.
They seemed to enjoy me as both cushion and footstool equally. If they stayed in, I would end up being sat on for hours at a time, whereas if they were out for a long day of shopping or something, they seemed to enjoy having me as a footstool. They had both previously been firm believers in rolling tennis balls under their feet to relieve tension. Now they wholeheartedly agreed that my cock and balls were much superior to that. Especially since the pre-cum I oozed while my balls were being crushed was such a good moisturizer. They would alternate spots, heedlessly stepping across my balls whenever they stood up, one grinding her feet painfully into my genitals as she gave herself a footrub, the other with her feet on my face and neck, occasionally forcing my to worship her feet, sticking her toes in my mouth to be sucked and licked.
One day, while I was lying there trying not to moan too loudly as they sat on the couch and watched TV, Jackie’s feet on my face while Rachel rolled my cock back and forth under one foot while grinding the other one into my balls. And this wasn’t a pleasant rolling back and forth but a real roll, all the way up and down her foot, my cock twisting more than I thought was anatomically possible, feeling like it was twisting a good 180 degrees past center in both directions as she pressed down hard and dug my rock hard cock into the sore muscles of her foot.
After awhile Jackie asked for some more moisturizer, and I wasn’t sure what she meant until I felt her foot leave my face and rub against the head of my cock. She rubbed her feet together and then rested them back on my face. “Was that enough?” Rachel asked.
“I could use some more,” Jackie answered.
Without another word, Rachel stood up onto the board and stepped onto my balls so that the ball of each foot was standing full-weight on it’s own, private cushion. They had been chatting about something, and didn’t even stop as Jackie’s feet left my face to wait patiently under the head of my cock for more moisturizer to come out. I immediately began to whimper in pain, but Rachel just took Jackie’s hand and went up on tip-toe, all of her weight crushing my balls against the board. “Oh hush, it’s not that bad,” she said to my wordless complaint.
I don’t know how long she stood there on her tip-toes, but I tried to keep my moaning down so I wouldn’t disturb them. I have no idea how successful I was. After an eternity, I distantly heard Jackie say: “Ok, that’s enough,” through my haze of pain. Rachel got off my balls momentarily to sit down, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so much relief as they slowly sprang back to something resembling the original shape. My break was very short lived, however, and Rachel soon began her foot rub again. Jackie, in the meantime, had rubbed my pre-cum into her feet with her hands, and then dropped them roughly onto my mouth and throat in punishment for being so loud.
Later, they had switched positions again, Jackie having twisted my cock with one foot, holding it down so that she was somehow grinding the very tip into the arch of her other foot, my penis bending painfully under the weight, Rachel amusing herself by choking me in two ways with her feet, one crushing my throat while she tried to jam the other one all the way into my mouth. I have a big mouth, and she has small feet, so I could feel her big toe batting my uvula back and forth as she wiggled it. I was busy doing my best not to gag when suddenly Jackie released my cock and stomped hard on my balls. “Shit!” she exclaimed, “Look at what time it is!”
She immediately stood up on my sore balls, and Rachel took her foot out of my mouth. “We’re going to go get ready now,” she said to me, looking down at my face, red and still wheezing as my throat remained under Rachel’s other foot. I tried desperately to understand what she was saying, tried to focus through the pain from my balls. This became even more difficult when Rachel stood as well, completely cutting off my air supply by putting all her weight on my throat. Somehow I managed to understand that some of their girlfriends were coming over for movie night, and I was to pick up the apartment while they got ready.
It took me a few minutes to come back to my senses after they got off of me, but I still managed to pick up and even get some work done before they came back. Getting ready had apparently consisted of taking a shower together and getting into their pajamas. When they came out of the bathroom, they went straight into the bedroom, and came back with all of my belts, my swiss army knife, and a sheet.
“You’re going to be our couch cushion tonight, and we can’t have you squirming around.” Jackie said when I looked askance at her.
In short order I was immobile, my belts all sporting new holes from the awl on my jack knife, arms and legs strapped down under the sheet they wrapped around me before blindfolding me and arranging me to their liking on the couch. The last touch was foam earplugs that they shoved into my ears without warning. I could only assume that I might know one or more of the girls who would be sitting on me tonight, and Jackie and/or Rachel must have thought they would be more likely to relax and enjoy themselves in anonymity
When their friends arrived, the girls were lounging on me: Rachel sitting on my face and Jackie lying with her head in Rachel’s lap while I struggled to breath through the thin cotton flannel of Rachel’s pajama pants. Fortunately the earplug on the side facing the back of the couch had worked itself loose, so I could hear little bits of what they were saying. There was some discussion about how I looked like a body - apparently the girls hadn’t told their friends about me being here in my current . . . capacity tonight. Rachel got up off of my face and once it became clear I wouldn’t be able to identify anyone, they all decided they were game. I still didn’t even know how many of them there were.
Someone sat on my face again, Jackie, I’m pretty sure, and everyone else piled on shortly afterwards. There were six asses pinning me to the couch, I didn’t even know whose. The weight was unbearable, and they were really packed on, cuddled up together to watch a scary movie. Whoever was sitting on my chest was very high up, pressed up against Jackie, almost sitting on my throat, which made breathing nearly impossible even without the weight of the rest of the girls.
They were soon settled in and watching the film, and I was getting worried. Jackie had assured them that my occasional labored grunts from underneath them were just proof that I could breath, and when they started to weaken she lifted herself up a little bit so that I could get a couple of good breaths. Or at least as good as I could get crushed under six girls and tied up tightly, mummified in a sheet. The next two hours passed very slowly, the entire female mass above me occasionally jumping in fright, knocking all of the air out of my lungs as they sat on me with no care for my well being. Nobody had yet sat on my face but Jackie or Rachel, but they kept rotating around every once in a while as they got up one at a time during the movie for drinks or to go to the bathroom or for more popcorn. By the end of it, my whole body was in agony. Lifting up all of that weight with your diaphragm isn’t easy, especially when there’s someone sitting on your face at the time.
I expected them to get up and move around at least, but they just chatted for a moment and seemed to settle again. That was when I realized that they were having a movie marathon, and I had no idea for how long. During the second movie, the other girls started to take turns sitting on my face, as well. As much as it seemed to me like Jackie and Rachel paid me no attention while they used me as a seat, these other girls really did just sit on me like a piece of furniture. I came to sincerely appreciate the occasional tiny shifts of weight that my two friends used to make it just slightly easier for me to breathe under them.
When the girl who had been nearly choking me while sitting on my chest got up and moved over to my face, I realized how dire my predicament was. She sat on me with no apparent knowledge that I was underneath her, her ass covering my face completely, and with all of the other girls crushing my mercilessly into the couch while they watched their movie, laughing occasionally, the only way I was able to breathe was to move my head slightly to the side and breathe out of the side of my mouth is little gasps.
Maybe halfway through the movie, whoever was sitting on my stomach got up to go to the bathroom or something, and for the first time in almost three hours I felt like I could take a deep breath. Even my bindings and the girls on my face and chest couldn’t alter the liberation I felt at being able to move my stomach as I breathed. The oxygen flooding my lungs filled my poor crushed body with energy, and I felt my cock stirring from underneath the girl who sat on my crotch. I had had a hard on through almost the entire first movie, but by this time my exhaustion had defeated it. Now it came back, and the girl who sat on it began to wiggle her hips slightly, rubbing it with her ass through the thin sheet.
After a few minutes the girl who had been gone returned, but not to sit on my belly again. I heard a bit of muffled discussion, and then the weight on my face increased, suddenly and dramatically. Obviously, the girl coming back had sat on the lap of whoever was on my face, and any little bits of air I had managed to get so far were completely cut off by the two women sitting carelessly on my face.
I did my best to lie still, but after some time passed and they showed no signs of getting up, I began to make a more concerted effort to get there attention. In the meantime, the girl on my lap started bouncing herself back and forth more quickly. The more I struggled, the more turned on I got, and as my air began to run out, I came explosively, soaking the sheet which was my only garment save the belts keeping me from struggling in earnest.
When she felt my pulsing stop, the girl who had made me cum got up, giggling in a voice I didn’t recognize, saying that she had made a mess. My struggles were beginning to become more listless, my lungs burning for oxygen as the rest of the girls got up, only the two on my face sitting for another moment before rising as well.
The sudden release of pressure flooded my body with aches and pains, even as I gasped my first real breaths in almost 3 hours. I heard the girls pause the movie as they laughed about the mess I had made of their couch. Before I knew it, hands were grasping the sheet and I was pulled to my feet. In moments the sheet was stripped off and my nudity was revealed. I didn’t even know who most of these women were, blindfolded and (mostly) deafened with earplugs, and there I was completely exposed and helpless in front of them. My cock, not quite soft yet from my recent orgasm, began to stiffen again, even as many hands grasped the belts tying me up and arranged me once more on the couch.
An ass covered by soft cotton sat immediately on my crotch; I’m pretty sure it was Rachel this time, but of course I have no real idea. Someone new sat on my face, and in moments the movie was back on. I was completely enveloped in female asses once more.
The experience was somehow more intimate now that the sheet was stripped away. I could nearly feel each individual ass cheek covering me from forehead to ankles. The girls all seemed to be wearing sweat pants or pajama bottoms. I realized that it must be Jackie who sat on my chest, because I could feel the skin of her legs where her boxer shorts ended.
Of course the energy I got from my brief break was soon crushed out of me, and I got no other break as they finished the second movie and went on to the third. I began trying to identify the girls by their asses and their scent as they rotated occasionally to each sit on my face. Each unique scent was accompanied by a slightly different weight and size and by the end of the movie, I felt like I had a basic idea of who was who. Though of course by that time, my head felt ready to collapse like an over- ripe melon and my whole body was throbbing in pain. My breathing had been reduced to constant and tiny little pants, and had I gotten into trouble I don’t think I could have summoned the energy to struggle.
At this point, one of the girls mentioned she had to work in the morning, and took her leave. This stimulated a rearrangement on the couch as the remaining five began the next movie. They all got up, and I could feel the belts around my knees and feet being released. I tried to stretch my legs, but they were just smacked and grabbed by two sets of hands, and I was soon strapped back into place, my legs now tied but crossed. I was pulled down further on the couch, and felt the cushions being rearranged above my head.
When the girls sat back down, the largest one on my face, they no longer sat to the side. The first sat on my face normally and spun painfully, stretching her legs out over my chest and spreading them apart before leaning back on the cushions behind her. She was sitting directly on my nose and mouth, my nose poking into her ass through her satin pajama pants, and my only means to get any air was to attempt to breathe directly through her pants. It wasn’t easy but I could do it. The second girl did much the same thing, sitting on my chest and leaning back against the first girl, slightly increasing the weight on my face as she did. They all lay down on me like this, the last one, who I think was Jackie, curling up on my lap, her legs nestled between mine and the end of the couch. She wrapped a hand around my cock as she snuggled against it and the girl sitting on my belly, squeezing it gently and idly playing with me as she lay there.
I don’t know how long they lay there like that on top of me. With all of the other girls lying on her, the girl on my face couldn’t really give me any chance to breathe, so my occasional grunting was ignored. Fortunately I was able to get enough oxygen into my compressed lungs to stay conscious. And conscious I stayed, long into the night, crushed under at least 600 wonderful womanly pounds as it became clear that all of them had fallen asleep.
I was afraid to fall asleep, afraid that I would stop breathing if I did, my body succumbing to the crushing weight above me. But eventually, even through the pain of being crushed by so many women, sleep took me. Or maybe I passed out. I’ll never know. All I do know is that the next thing I remember I could hear the sounds of a city morning, and that all five women were still sleeping, sprawled on my body. I was woken by Jackie shifting in her sleep, unknowingly driving an elbow directly into my balls. I moaned into the ass on my face, but the warm satin didn’t even move. I felt the woman on my face sigh in her sleep, but I could nothing but try to breathe and cope with the agony of my balls being crushed into my body with a sharp elbow.
They slept for another few hours as I struggled to survive under them. The title screen of the DVD played maddeningly over and over, muffled in the background by the plugs still in my ears. I hurt everywhere from the constant and unremitting squashing, but somehow seemed to have found a sort of equilibrium in breathing by taking one small breath every few seconds, only to have it pushed out of my lungs immediately by the crushing weight.
By this time I couldn’t believe I had survived the night. I had been crushed with hardly a break for at least ten or twelve hours. Over the course of the morning, two of the girls woke and extracted themselves from the pile one by one, telling Jackie and Rachel that they’d had a lot of fun and would love to do it again. The first one to go asked after me, worriedly wondering if we should check to make sure if I was ok, but they sleepily answered no, they were sure I could handle it. They could still hear my faint, muffled groans as I desperately clung to life with every breath.
Finally, there were only Jackie, Rachel, and the girl whose ass had held my tortured nose all night, and I finally fell back to sleep, the weight of only the three of them still crushing me, but now I could breathe with almost a normal rhythm, or at least as I normally did under my roommate’s asses. Though it seemed like every day they became less roommates and more owners.
We were spending so much time together it just seemed natural that they move into my place when their lease ran out a couple of months later. We set up a spare bed in the other bedroom in case anybody ever wanted some privacy, but the three of us generally all slept together in my king size bed. I say this like I had any say in the matter. More accurately when their lease ran out they showed up at my door. “We’re moving in with you. Our stuff will be here tomorrow,” Jackie said as she came in laden down with luggage.
When I had the gall to ask whether they were going to help with the rent, Rachel raised her eyebrows, looked me dead in the eye, and replied: “What do you think?”
Jackie had already begun surveying the place with fresh eyes. Paying no attention to me, she remarked offhand that the furniture was fine, but they’d have to rearrange everything. I finished getting their bags from the hallway, and when I came back into the room, Rachel was complaining that the couch was too hard. On that note, they turned to look at me significantly, and I obediently lay down on my (actually) soft couch so that they might sit on their preferred cushion. They lounged on me for the rest of the night, tired from packing. With one of their perfect asses smashing my face at all times, they chatted about how to rearrange my furniture so that they could both fit their sizable wardrobes in the bedroom. My dresser would have to go in the other bedroom, and of course, I no longer rated any closet space.
For the next few days I was swept away with the flurry of settling them into the apartment, and I was their cushion every night as they fell asleep watching TV. This became a regular occurrence in the following weeks. The fact that we were all living together hadn’t changed much. As a website designer, I telecommuted in any case, so usually ended up arranging my work around their schedules, only getting much done if they were asleep or out somewhere.
They seemed to enjoy me as both cushion and footstool equally. If they stayed in, I would end up being sat on for hours at a time, whereas if they were out for a long day of shopping or something, they seemed to enjoy having me as a footstool. They had both previously been firm believers in rolling tennis balls under their feet to relieve tension. Now they wholeheartedly agreed that my cock and balls were much superior to that. Especially since the pre-cum I oozed while my balls were being crushed was such a good moisturizer. They would alternate spots, heedlessly stepping across my balls whenever they stood up, one grinding her feet painfully into my genitals as she gave herself a footrub, the other with her feet on my face and neck, occasionally forcing my to worship her feet, sticking her toes in my mouth to be sucked and licked.
One day, while I was lying there trying not to moan too loudly as they sat on the couch and watched TV, Jackie’s feet on my face while Rachel rolled my cock back and forth under one foot while grinding the other one into my balls. And this wasn’t a pleasant rolling back and forth but a real roll, all the way up and down her foot, my cock twisting more than I thought was anatomically possible, feeling like it was twisting a good 180 degrees past center in both directions as she pressed down hard and dug my rock hard cock into the sore muscles of her foot.
After awhile Jackie asked for some more moisturizer, and I wasn’t sure what she meant until I felt her foot leave my face and rub against the head of my cock. She rubbed her feet together and then rested them back on my face. “Was that enough?” Rachel asked.
“I could use some more,” Jackie answered.
Without another word, Rachel stood up onto the board and stepped onto my balls so that the ball of each foot was standing full-weight on it’s own, private cushion. They had been chatting about something, and didn’t even stop as Jackie’s feet left my face to wait patiently under the head of my cock for more moisturizer to come out. I immediately began to whimper in pain, but Rachel just took Jackie’s hand and went up on tip-toe, all of her weight crushing my balls against the board. “Oh hush, it’s not that bad,” she said to my wordless complaint.
I don’t know how long she stood there on her tip-toes, but I tried to keep my moaning down so I wouldn’t disturb them. I have no idea how successful I was. After an eternity, I distantly heard Jackie say: “Ok, that’s enough,” through my haze of pain. Rachel got off my balls momentarily to sit down, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so much relief as they slowly sprang back to something resembling the original shape. My break was very short lived, however, and Rachel soon began her foot rub again. Jackie, in the meantime, had rubbed my pre-cum into her feet with her hands, and then dropped them roughly onto my mouth and throat in punishment for being so loud.
Later, they had switched positions again, Jackie having twisted my cock with one foot, holding it down so that she was somehow grinding the very tip into the arch of her other foot, my penis bending painfully under the weight, Rachel amusing herself by choking me in two ways with her feet, one crushing my throat while she tried to jam the other one all the way into my mouth. I have a big mouth, and she has small feet, so I could feel her big toe batting my uvula back and forth as she wiggled it. I was busy doing my best not to gag when suddenly Jackie released my cock and stomped hard on my balls. “Shit!” she exclaimed, “Look at what time it is!”
She immediately stood up on my sore balls, and Rachel took her foot out of my mouth. “We’re going to go get ready now,” she said to me, looking down at my face, red and still wheezing as my throat remained under Rachel’s other foot. I tried desperately to understand what she was saying, tried to focus through the pain from my balls. This became even more difficult when Rachel stood as well, completely cutting off my air supply by putting all her weight on my throat. Somehow I managed to understand that some of their girlfriends were coming over for movie night, and I was to pick up the apartment while they got ready.
It took me a few minutes to come back to my senses after they got off of me, but I still managed to pick up and even get some work done before they came back. Getting ready had apparently consisted of taking a shower together and getting into their pajamas. When they came out of the bathroom, they went straight into the bedroom, and came back with all of my belts, my swiss army knife, and a sheet.
“You’re going to be our couch cushion tonight, and we can’t have you squirming around.” Jackie said when I looked askance at her.
In short order I was immobile, my belts all sporting new holes from the awl on my jack knife, arms and legs strapped down under the sheet they wrapped around me before blindfolding me and arranging me to their liking on the couch. The last touch was foam earplugs that they shoved into my ears without warning. I could only assume that I might know one or more of the girls who would be sitting on me tonight, and Jackie and/or Rachel must have thought they would be more likely to relax and enjoy themselves in anonymity
When their friends arrived, the girls were lounging on me: Rachel sitting on my face and Jackie lying with her head in Rachel’s lap while I struggled to breath through the thin cotton flannel of Rachel’s pajama pants. Fortunately the earplug on the side facing the back of the couch had worked itself loose, so I could hear little bits of what they were saying. There was some discussion about how I looked like a body - apparently the girls hadn’t told their friends about me being here in my current . . . capacity tonight. Rachel got up off of my face and once it became clear I wouldn’t be able to identify anyone, they all decided they were game. I still didn’t even know how many of them there were.
Someone sat on my face again, Jackie, I’m pretty sure, and everyone else piled on shortly afterwards. There were six asses pinning me to the couch, I didn’t even know whose. The weight was unbearable, and they were really packed on, cuddled up together to watch a scary movie. Whoever was sitting on my chest was very high up, pressed up against Jackie, almost sitting on my throat, which made breathing nearly impossible even without the weight of the rest of the girls.
They were soon settled in and watching the film, and I was getting worried. Jackie had assured them that my occasional labored grunts from underneath them were just proof that I could breath, and when they started to weaken she lifted herself up a little bit so that I could get a couple of good breaths. Or at least as good as I could get crushed under six girls and tied up tightly, mummified in a sheet. The next two hours passed very slowly, the entire female mass above me occasionally jumping in fright, knocking all of the air out of my lungs as they sat on me with no care for my well being. Nobody had yet sat on my face but Jackie or Rachel, but they kept rotating around every once in a while as they got up one at a time during the movie for drinks or to go to the bathroom or for more popcorn. By the end of it, my whole body was in agony. Lifting up all of that weight with your diaphragm isn’t easy, especially when there’s someone sitting on your face at the time.
I expected them to get up and move around at least, but they just chatted for a moment and seemed to settle again. That was when I realized that they were having a movie marathon, and I had no idea for how long. During the second movie, the other girls started to take turns sitting on my face, as well. As much as it seemed to me like Jackie and Rachel paid me no attention while they used me as a seat, these other girls really did just sit on me like a piece of furniture. I came to sincerely appreciate the occasional tiny shifts of weight that my two friends used to make it just slightly easier for me to breathe under them.
When the girl who had been nearly choking me while sitting on my chest got up and moved over to my face, I realized how dire my predicament was. She sat on me with no apparent knowledge that I was underneath her, her ass covering my face completely, and with all of the other girls crushing my mercilessly into the couch while they watched their movie, laughing occasionally, the only way I was able to breathe was to move my head slightly to the side and breathe out of the side of my mouth is little gasps.
Maybe halfway through the movie, whoever was sitting on my stomach got up to go to the bathroom or something, and for the first time in almost three hours I felt like I could take a deep breath. Even my bindings and the girls on my face and chest couldn’t alter the liberation I felt at being able to move my stomach as I breathed. The oxygen flooding my lungs filled my poor crushed body with energy, and I felt my cock stirring from underneath the girl who sat on my crotch. I had had a hard on through almost the entire first movie, but by this time my exhaustion had defeated it. Now it came back, and the girl who sat on it began to wiggle her hips slightly, rubbing it with her ass through the thin sheet.
After a few minutes the girl who had been gone returned, but not to sit on my belly again. I heard a bit of muffled discussion, and then the weight on my face increased, suddenly and dramatically. Obviously, the girl coming back had sat on the lap of whoever was on my face, and any little bits of air I had managed to get so far were completely cut off by the two women sitting carelessly on my face.
I did my best to lie still, but after some time passed and they showed no signs of getting up, I began to make a more concerted effort to get there attention. In the meantime, the girl on my lap started bouncing herself back and forth more quickly. The more I struggled, the more turned on I got, and as my air began to run out, I came explosively, soaking the sheet which was my only garment save the belts keeping me from struggling in earnest.
When she felt my pulsing stop, the girl who had made me cum got up, giggling in a voice I didn’t recognize, saying that she had made a mess. My struggles were beginning to become more listless, my lungs burning for oxygen as the rest of the girls got up, only the two on my face sitting for another moment before rising as well.
The sudden release of pressure flooded my body with aches and pains, even as I gasped my first real breaths in almost 3 hours. I heard the girls pause the movie as they laughed about the mess I had made of their couch. Before I knew it, hands were grasping the sheet and I was pulled to my feet. In moments the sheet was stripped off and my nudity was revealed. I didn’t even know who most of these women were, blindfolded and (mostly) deafened with earplugs, and there I was completely exposed and helpless in front of them. My cock, not quite soft yet from my recent orgasm, began to stiffen again, even as many hands grasped the belts tying me up and arranged me once more on the couch.
An ass covered by soft cotton sat immediately on my crotch; I’m pretty sure it was Rachel this time, but of course I have no real idea. Someone new sat on my face, and in moments the movie was back on. I was completely enveloped in female asses once more.
The experience was somehow more intimate now that the sheet was stripped away. I could nearly feel each individual ass cheek covering me from forehead to ankles. The girls all seemed to be wearing sweat pants or pajama bottoms. I realized that it must be Jackie who sat on my chest, because I could feel the skin of her legs where her boxer shorts ended.
Of course the energy I got from my brief break was soon crushed out of me, and I got no other break as they finished the second movie and went on to the third. I began trying to identify the girls by their asses and their scent as they rotated occasionally to each sit on my face. Each unique scent was accompanied by a slightly different weight and size and by the end of the movie, I felt like I had a basic idea of who was who. Though of course by that time, my head felt ready to collapse like an over- ripe melon and my whole body was throbbing in pain. My breathing had been reduced to constant and tiny little pants, and had I gotten into trouble I don’t think I could have summoned the energy to struggle.
At this point, one of the girls mentioned she had to work in the morning, and took her leave. This stimulated a rearrangement on the couch as the remaining five began the next movie. They all got up, and I could feel the belts around my knees and feet being released. I tried to stretch my legs, but they were just smacked and grabbed by two sets of hands, and I was soon strapped back into place, my legs now tied but crossed. I was pulled down further on the couch, and felt the cushions being rearranged above my head.
When the girls sat back down, the largest one on my face, they no longer sat to the side. The first sat on my face normally and spun painfully, stretching her legs out over my chest and spreading them apart before leaning back on the cushions behind her. She was sitting directly on my nose and mouth, my nose poking into her ass through her satin pajama pants, and my only means to get any air was to attempt to breathe directly through her pants. It wasn’t easy but I could do it. The second girl did much the same thing, sitting on my chest and leaning back against the first girl, slightly increasing the weight on my face as she did. They all lay down on me like this, the last one, who I think was Jackie, curling up on my lap, her legs nestled between mine and the end of the couch. She wrapped a hand around my cock as she snuggled against it and the girl sitting on my belly, squeezing it gently and idly playing with me as she lay there.
I don’t know how long they lay there like that on top of me. With all of the other girls lying on her, the girl on my face couldn’t really give me any chance to breathe, so my occasional grunting was ignored. Fortunately I was able to get enough oxygen into my compressed lungs to stay conscious. And conscious I stayed, long into the night, crushed under at least 600 wonderful womanly pounds as it became clear that all of them had fallen asleep.
I was afraid to fall asleep, afraid that I would stop breathing if I did, my body succumbing to the crushing weight above me. But eventually, even through the pain of being crushed by so many women, sleep took me. Or maybe I passed out. I’ll never know. All I do know is that the next thing I remember I could hear the sounds of a city morning, and that all five women were still sleeping, sprawled on my body. I was woken by Jackie shifting in her sleep, unknowingly driving an elbow directly into my balls. I moaned into the ass on my face, but the warm satin didn’t even move. I felt the woman on my face sigh in her sleep, but I could nothing but try to breathe and cope with the agony of my balls being crushed into my body with a sharp elbow.
They slept for another few hours as I struggled to survive under them. The title screen of the DVD played maddeningly over and over, muffled in the background by the plugs still in my ears. I hurt everywhere from the constant and unremitting squashing, but somehow seemed to have found a sort of equilibrium in breathing by taking one small breath every few seconds, only to have it pushed out of my lungs immediately by the crushing weight.
By this time I couldn’t believe I had survived the night. I had been crushed with hardly a break for at least ten or twelve hours. Over the course of the morning, two of the girls woke and extracted themselves from the pile one by one, telling Jackie and Rachel that they’d had a lot of fun and would love to do it again. The first one to go asked after me, worriedly wondering if we should check to make sure if I was ok, but they sleepily answered no, they were sure I could handle it. They could still hear my faint, muffled groans as I desperately clung to life with every breath.
Finally, there were only Jackie, Rachel, and the girl whose ass had held my tortured nose all night, and I finally fell back to sleep, the weight of only the three of them still crushing me, but now I could breathe with almost a normal rhythm, or at least as I normally did under my roommate’s asses. Though it seemed like every day they became less roommates and more owners.